Joe William
Joe has a stomachache
A motorbike rickshaw unit from the direction of Indra sakti village has just stopped dropping off a young man who wears the school uniform.
When he got down from the motorcycle rickshaw, the young man immediately gave a piece of fifty thousand rupiah to the rickshaw driver in a hurry.
Not yet had the driver returned the change of money, the young man had run latitude pukang towards the house of the bamboo-walled stage.
"Sir. The return!" Shouted the driver.
"Tomorrow sir." Answer the boy while running away.
A very old man was astonished to see the behavior of the boy.
"What's wrong with you Joe?" Ask the grandfather.
"My stomach is cake. It hurts so much." Said the boy headed straight to the WC without much more direct talk...,
Plung... Plung... Plunging...'
Tuout.....
"Eeeeeek...."
There was a strange sound coming from inside the WC room.
"Joe... Watch out for all that stuff in your stomach!" Tegur the grandfather.
"Dead me cake. My stomach is another taste." Joe replied while gasping.
The grandfather just shook his head with this behavior of Joe.
With a pale face, Joe looked out of the WC room.
But only a few minutes, he had run back to the WC and back sound precedent heard to the outside.
Almost ten minutes later, Joe finally came out of the WC room.
Sweat now soaked his face indicating that he was suffering terribly.
"Why are you like that Joe? What were you eating at your school there?" Ask the grandfather known as Tengku Mahmud.
"I don't know what a cake is called. Udin said the name of the meal was pecel." Answer Joe.
Tengku Mahmud smiled at Joe William's reply and said.
"Well. You sit here first. Grandpa will make herbal medicine for you." Tengku Mahmud said and went to the kitchen.
Shortly after that he came out with a glass of water that was very strange in color.
"Is this cake?" Ask Joe who felt a memory when he was in Mountain Slope.
"It has. Don't ask too many questions. Just have a drink or you'll go dozens of times to the WC's." Benteng Tengku Mahmud.
There's no choice. Instead of going back and forth eeeeeeeek and eeeek directly, what can be done. Joe had to accept the cup and downed the toilet.
"Hoeeekk... Oh gosh. It's so bitter." Joe said with a grin.
"Now you rest. You'll have to practice." Said Grandpa Tengku Mahmud.
"Can't take a day off this afternoon, Cake. I'm gonna be sick." Said Joe.
"Remember your purpose in coming to this village Joe! You're not on vacation. But to demand knowledge. If you're lounging, then just go back to your country!" Benteng Tengku Mahmud.
"Good Cake. I'm according to." Joe said with resignation.
"Well so. You should be able to make good use of your time. Because I'm also very old. Either tomorrow or the day after tomorrow I catch up with your grandfather. Who knows?!"
"Don't say it's cake! I was traumatized by that very painful loss." Said Joe.
"Hopefully not now cake. I'm not ready to take that big hit twice." Said Joe.
"Ready or unprepared, every child Adam born into this world has his fate and destiny. Including death. Therefore, prepare yourself before death comes."
"Come on. You I give fifteen minutes rest. After that, meet me back there." Tengku Mahmud said then rushed to the back of his stilt house.
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After the rest time given by Tengku Mahmud's grandfather ran out, Joe William finally stepped down the stairs and headed straight to the back of the house.
Now he saw that his grandfather was setting fire and on Tempak a new cauldron in the net.
Curious, Joe immediately stepped closer to the old man and saw that his grandfather was pouring sand into the cauldron.
"Well Joe. You can stir this sand with your hands. Don't stop until you've exhausted your ability to survive.". Said Grandpa Tengku Mahmud.
Without refuting a bit, Joe immediately stirred the sand in the cauldron excitedly.
It was ordinary at first. But gradually gradually gradually the sand that struck on the fire became warm and then changed heat and heat so that the sand is now changing color from white to brownish.
Now Joe seems to be frowning a little. But he persisted and continued to stir the sand in the cauldron.
"This child. Hard is also his desire to learn. And a little impatient." Tengku Mahmud said in his heart.
"Look. I'm not strong anymore." Said Joe.
Now he had completely given up and was no longer strong.
When Tengku Mahmud saw that the sand had almost turned brownish in color, he nodded happily.
"Every day before practice, you have to do this regularly. There is no stopping or ending. As long as you're here, as long as it's before practice, you'll have to stir the sand in the cauldron that was struck on this furnace." Said Tengku Mahmud.
"It has. I know that your hand is blistered. Rest up. You're still not used to it. Tomorrow afternoon we continue again." Said Tengku Mahmud.
The two of them then walked together to return home and sat on the porch.
"You might be wondering why I told you to do that thing. Know Joe! That it's a basic technique to make your hands resistant to heat and strengthen the muscles in your hands."
"I've been studying this method for decades since I lost to your grandfather's silver needle technique, Malik."
"Now try to see this!" Said Tengku Mahmud while taking a piece of betel nut that has always been his betel friend then.,., he said..,
Wus....!
It looks like the contents of the betel nut shot then hit the coconut fruit that is still felt in the tree.
Now Joe saw himself the tall coconut was leaking and spilling the water.
"Waaah... So great cake." Joe said sincerely.
"You look at this Joe!" Said Tengku Mahmud then jerked his index and middle fingers to the floor made of the cleavage of the Nibung trunk.
Praaaq...
The blouse....!
Now the two fingers of Tengku Mahmud's hand have collapsed through the floor as deep as two fingers.
Imagine if it were a human body.
"This technique is called the iron finger. If you want to be like this, then don't be lazy to practice." Said Tengku Mahmud.
Joe was really amazed to see the show.
Now he began to be determined in his heart to be active in training and someday he can use to defend himself.